Wassup? (This is where I input THE SKY DUMBASS)
Anyway... so I made 2 new polls, can y'all check them out? Any Game of Thrones lovers out there? Oh and the second poll is "Which big three child would win," theres always been a debate about who would win, and when I close the poll... well lets see 'eh?
Oh and because I'm feeling great... kiddies POV! (Oh and seeing as this is set way in the future... I'm going to be a bit futuristic with my tech)
Jeremiah POV
I sat down on my bed, wrapped the blankets around me and pulled out my laptop. I felt like a caterpillar in it's cocoon. I took a bite of an apple and opened my black laptop. The computer beeped at me loudly, and I saw I have an incoming IHM. Instant Hologram Message. I grinned and clicked the username (Poseidon's Favourite Grandchild). I shuffled back on my bed so I was leaning against the head board, I placed the laptop in front of me, the screen facing away from me.
Danny appeared, his blond hair all messy (probably from a midday nap) and his greyish- green eyes were wide with excitement.
The Hologram technology is still pretty new. It was just released last year, around Christmas time. It has slowly been upgraded, from just being the persons face, to their whole body, and finally after a long wait, it's not all blue and scratchy, like from all those movies my dad's used to watch. It's as if the person is standing there right in front of me.
"I am not getting up Danny. Pick a different spot your legs are in my bed," It looked like he had no legs, below the knees. He gave a loud laugh and I saw his figure move, out of the reception of my laptop and then finally he was sitting down, cross legged on the bed.
"What's up?" I asked, taking another bite of my apple.
"So I was talking to Link," He started
"Oh gods," I moaned.
"And he's dragged me in. I'm deciding between," He lifted up a few small box's of hair dye. "Shocking Blue, Jelly Lime or Pruntastic Purple?"
"Danny your parents will kill you," I sighed. He grinned. I simultaneously love and hate that grin
"I asked dad. He said that's, and I quote 'Completely awesome son! Shocking Blue is my favourite!'" Danny laughed and I joined him. "But don't ask my mum though. Don't bring it up until I've done it. She'd flip out," Danny leant back, examining me.
"What?" I snapped.
"You've just been eating a lot lately. You're going to get fat,"
"Why does everyone keep thinking that I am going to get fat?"
"Because you will,"
"Whatever. I think blue is the best too," Danny grinned and nodded.
"Can you come over and help me? I so don't know how to do this," I raised an eyebrow at him.
"And you think I do?"
"It would be so much more fun," I couldn't agree more.
"I'll ask my papa."
"Awesome. Mum said that you can come over anytime. Bring some clothes, our rematch is in two days anyways,"
"Awesome. Give me a second," I climbed out of my cocoon and jogged downstairs. Papa and dad weren't there. I checked outside. Nope. Chiara' s room (get out Jere! I'm talking to Link) and kitchen. I knocked on their door, as a last option. I didn't get an answer.
"Papa? Dad?" I called.
"Son get out of here! Now!" Dad called from inside. I panicked. He never sounds like that. "Get your sister and go!" He called, and didn't answer, just nodded and ran. I grabbed Chiara's arm and grabbed the home phone.
"Hello?" I heard a bang upstairs, directly above me. The hallway.
"Uncle Percy! Hey!"
"Hey kid. What's up?"
"Okay so I think a monster is attacking our house and my sword is in my parents room and they don't really teach us hand to hand with a monster at camp,"
"Slow down. Where's Nico?"
"He's still in his room but only dad said something. What do we do?"
"Okay Jere. Just wait there. I'll be there as quick as I can,"
I hung up and spun around. The banging had stopped. It was eerily quiet. I put my finger to my lips in a Shhhh gesture. Chiara nodded and we slowly made our way upstairs. I pushed Chiara behind me and we slowly walked along the hallway. There was a massive burn mark on the wall next to my parents room. The door was slightly open. I cautiously walked in and examined the area.
The bed was overturned and all the drawers were out of their slots. I saw a dash of blond hair and sprinted over. My dad was on the ground, holding a small dagger in his arms. His leg was at an odd angle and he had a gash on his chest that was bleeding out.
"Kids I told you to go," He murmured.
"Dad? Dad where's papa?" Chiara asked. She knelt down next to me and examined his leg.
"No. You have to go. He'll be back. Get out of here."
"Who? Who'll be back?" Chiara demanded. She gripped dad's hand tightly, her knuckles turning white. She started to hum softly, the gash on Dad's chest closed up, leaving a faint white scar. "Sorry dad. I can't take it away," She said. I gently helped dad onto the overturned mattress. He glanced at his leg and sighed.
"I called Uncle P." I told him. He nodded and looked at us.
"Kids. Papa isn't himself okay? So if you see him..." Dad swallowed and sniffed slightly. "Run in the opposite direction. Do you understand? Don't listen to what he has to say, come straight to me and tell me where he is." Chiara blinked a few times and nodded.
"Why?" Dad glanced at me and then dipped his hand into his pocket, taking out a few pieces of ambrosia.
"Because I told you so. If you do not listen to me I swear on the River Styx you will be in big trouble," His leg started to move slightly and crack back into place. I looked away.
Chiara POV
Dad told us we have ten minutes to pack. I went into my room and grabbed my emergency back pack. I quickly tossed in a photo frame, which had a picture of our family at the beach. Chiron had taken it.
Jere was giving me a piggy back, while on his knees. I was laughing, I can still remember why. I had smashed Danny's head into the sand. In the picture he was giving a cheesy grin next to us, with his little sister in his lap. Sand was coming out of the side of his mouth. Sammy, Aunt Hazel's daughter, was grinning behind Danny, in the motion of tipping a bucket of water on his head. Chiron had taken the photo at the exact right moment, just before the water had hit. In the background, Uncle P and Aunty A were in the surf, halfway up a wave. They were just in the photo, almost cut out. Dad and Papa were holding up the youngest of us, Jason and Piper's daughter. She was laughing her head off. Jason and Piper were running forward, halfway out of the photo, trying to stop Sammy from throwing the water.
I grinned and put the photo in my bag, swung the bag over my shoulder and jogged out.
Uncle P and Danny showed up at our house about three minutes after I had finished packing. Dad cautiously opened the door and shooed Danny upstairs, into Jere's room. Danny launched himself at Jere, giving him a fright. They went down with a bang, Danny grinning the whole time. I stood at the door laughing. Jere rolled his eyes but grinned.
"Come on and join us down here," Danny said, a little too loudly.
"What are you kids doing up there?" Uncle P called up.
"Nothing!" The usual response of every teen for the past millennia.
"Come on down!" Danny said and launched himself at me. I laughed and jumped over him, but he was too fast. He spun around and grabbed my legs and I went down. He grabbed me just before I hit the floor, holding my head about a centimetre above the ground.
"Delicate for the lady," He said and helped me stand up. I laughed and shook my head. Jere grinned as he stood. He looked at Danny. I haven't seen him since camp, which was a couple months ago. He had grown taller. His hair was slightly longer. It was Aunty A's colour but definitely from all the pictures, it looked like what Uncle P had as a kid.
Danny is a shirt over t-shirt kind of kid. He always wears a plain shirt underneath and (usually) a plaid t-shirt, unbuttoned, over the top. Today he wore a black shirt and a black and grey t-shirt over it. Riptide was sticking out of his ripped jeans pocket.
"That was a beautiful cousin reunion, wasn't it children?"
Papa?
So how was that guys? Any queries? Review and point 'em out! Notice how I left out details for Jason and Pipers kid? Because I have no ideas. Grrrr.
R&R please!
